Celebrimbor Helyanwë (suntdracones) wrote in st_margarets, @ 2016-03-12 13:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: ashton hartley, character: barclay grisholt, location: the courtyard |
Thread: Dragonflight
WHO: Bark & Ash
WHEN: March 11th [backdated]
WHERE: Outside in the courtyard
Soon Andrei would be taking the three of them to the airport to catch their flight to New Mexico. But before the Experts of Hydra House departed, Ashton had something he wanted to do. Many people didn't know - which was exactly the way the Druid liked it - but today was the day Barclay turned a year older. In human customs, the dragon had learned, birthdays were a significant mark in the year and some birthdays were more like milestones. This one, according to Ashton's reasoning, was a very important one indeed for Barclay. It would be his last at the Academy. It would be his first since losing his power. It would be the beginning of the rest of his life rebuilding and though they were still at the Academy for another few months, the majority of this year would be spent as a new person, out in the world.
Barclay had taken a heavy blow by raising the trees to fight for their world. His sacrifice was lost on some, shrugged off and diminished in importance. But to Barclay, to Ashton, it was the single most significant event culminated in all four years Barclay had been a resident of St. Margaret's.
Whatever happened now, going forward, Ashton would stand by his witch's side. What had been done could not be undone in a single night, but Ashton did know something that brought Barclay the kind of joy that could forget other troubles, if only for a while.
He led Barclay outside Hydra dorms, hand clasped with the human's hand. The dragon was silent as they walked into the night. They didn't have long, but if they wanted to, Ashton would take as long as they needed. The world could wait.
Stopping in the open courtyard, Ashton released Barclay's hand and unfurled his wings. The black coat transformed into leathery appendages, opening up and growing in size as scales appeared, shiny obsidian, drinking in the light at the same time. The black dragon filled the courtyard, Celebrimbor's proud neck curving to deliver a missive to the sliver of moon hanging in the sky. He roared and the sound rattled the stone walls of the castle.
Students stared with hushed quiet or fled the mighty dragon's presence. Ashton huffed, fire brightening in his chest with an orange glow through his scales. Curling talons in and lifting a forearm as a stepping point, Ashton turned his silver gaze down to the druid and waited for him to climb on.